"Neither."
"He's had to wait, then, six months?"
There was no escaping his diabolical lucidity.
"Go and see her at once," he went on, "and take Prothero. That's more to the point, you know, than his seeing me. Jinny is a powerful person, and then she has a way with her."
Again the flame leaped in her face and died, slowly, as under torture.
"Even Laura can do more for him than I. She knows people on papers. Take him to see Laura." He was backing out of the doorway.
"It was you," she said, "that he wanted to see. I promised him."
Her face, haggard, restless with the quivering of her agonized nerves, was as a wild book for him to read. He was sorry for her torture. He lingered.
"I'd go and speak to Brodrick to-morrow, only he loathes the sight of me, and I can't blame him, poor devil."
"It's no matter," she said. "I'll write to Jane Holland."